****"Chives?"�"Yes, m'lud?"�"Is that Ms Ephemera hovering over the croquet lawn?"�"Indeed m'lud. She's marshalled all the haggle-dans. Missy-twigs and vale-nymphs from Claypole Woods. Apparently she intends to tear this house down and dance on the ruins."�"Well, Chives, you'd better start the car, what? And pack my tennis things too"�--- Joe 3Heads

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______________________Fandangling across the moony sky,went the Beezee bold as brass,side-saddle she sat, on a big painted bat,shooting moonbeams out of her a(censored)e.~Joe________________________ Isn't sanity really just a one trick pony, anyway? I mean, all you get is one trick, rational thinking! But when you're good and crazy¦ooh ooh ooh the sky's the limit!

Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoesEven if it was for just one dayAnd wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves awayWouldn't it be good to be on your sideThe grass is always greener over thereWouldn't it be good if we could live without a care

______________________Fandangling across the moony sky,went the Beezee bold as brass,side-saddle she sat, on a big painted bat,shooting moonbeams out of her a(censored)e.~Joe________________________ Isn't sanity really just a one trick pony, anyway? I mean, all you get is one trick, rational thinking! But when you're good and crazy¦ooh ooh ooh the sky's the limit!

------------------------------You are a Leprechaun. I'm not even sure what you are. Whiskey-soaked reports from your baffling Isle of Ire raise more questions than they answer. Are you a dwarf? Where's your pickax? If you're an elf, why don't you cobble? You'd think with all your gold, you could invest in some land, perhaps a title, and improve your station. Instead, you hide it in meteorologically-determined locations. You're getting killed on inflation, little friend!